Views from a Dirty Window

The house is perfect. The silence is absolute. The mess is finally gone.For almost thirty years, she fought a war against the mess, the chaos. She battled muddy football boots, the phantom scent of chlorine, and the primary-coloured chaos of three growing boys. She dreamed of a home that looked like a high-end catalogue—a sanctuary of granite, cashmere, and undisturbed perfection.Now, at fifty, sh...